Chapter 5
Oh No Mr. Bill!
There was no question that the hands were Bill's. They were as familiar to me as his face was. He spun me to face him, his eyes were darker than I had ever seen them before. His fangs were exposed, I knew he wanted me to offer myself to him but I hesitated. I couldn't figure out why I was reluctant to give him what I had offered freely so many times before.
So instead, I did something for him that I had never done before.
I wasn't at all sure if I was doing it right, I had never given oral sex before, again, strictly from shyness, not lack of desire to do it. Bill's body language was assuring me that I was doing something right. He moaned my name over and over again, almost chanting it. The sound of his southern drawl made my name sound exotic, not dumb like I had always found it before. His hands caressed the sides of my face as I slowly tested how much of him I could take in my mouth. He was no viking but he was of considerable length and girth.
I looked up at him to try and gauge how what I was doing felt to him. He looked dazed, his eyes unfocused and looking into nowhere. So I bit him.
No, not on his man parts, on his groin. Even inexperienced me knew enough to realize that you just don't go chomping down on a penis, even a dead man's penis.
I drew blood, a lot of blood. I had bitten harder than I expected to, or maybe Eric's blood had given me more power. Either way, there was blood in my mouth and I felt ravenous. I drank deeply, it was like a sweet wine to me now. Before the bite healed, I ran my hand through Bills blood and began to stroke him. He was shuddering, twitching under my touch. I felt so powerful and lustful. I was not myself at all. I wanted more blood.
No Sookie, too much too soon. Don't take any more now.
Eric was projecting to me again. I turned my head to look at him and he gasped at my expression.
His next thought was in a language I had heard him use to speak to Pam and Chow before. I'll be damned if I knew what he said but it sure sounded erotic. Then he kindly translated it for me.
He who follows the river comes at last to the sea.
I had no idea what that meant but I sure liked the sound of it.
This is how you are meant to feel, to look. Sookie, you're beautiful. Say the word and I'll change you myself. You'll never have to feel fear or sadness again.
And in an instant, he was on me and had thrown Bill over the back of the chair he had been occupying.
"Du er min, Sookie!"
Yeah, I didn't have to speak Viking to know that those words proclaimed that I belonged to Eric. It made me so hot I could have spontaneously combusted.